Chapter 11 Clothed Beasts

Sensing the gaze, Lin Zhiyi turned her head.

It was Gong Chen.

Dressed in a cold, austere black suit, his slender fingers resting against his temple, the blood-red ring on his finger carried a tinge of bloodthirst under the sunlight.

Song Wanqiu leaned by his side.

It seemed Song Wanqiu was saying something; the two stood very close, and there was a faint softness on Gong Chen's face.

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze, feigning calmness as she put down her hand.

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks," said the man, glancing in that direction, "That's the Third Young Master, isn't it? Truly doting on his fiancée to personally pick her up and drop her off."

Indeed.

Everyone could tell of Gong Chen's partiality towards Song Wanqiu.

Only she from the previous life, like a fool, waited for him, loved him.

Lin Zhiyi was about to nod when Liu He pulled her.

"Now that we've run into him, hurry over and greet your uncle."

"I won't," Lin Zhiyi shook off her hand, about to leave.